If ever she was to love a man it would be such a man as that.

But she must not think of herself.

She had reason to believe that both these men loved her sister.
Which would be the best for her?
But perhaps the matter was already decided.

She could not forget the scrap of conversation which she had heard the night before, nor the secret which her sister had refused to confide to her.

If Ida would not tell her, there was but one person who could.